Samuel Johnson
Lichfield / England
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On The Death Of Mr. Robert Levet, A Practiser In Physic

Rating: 3.2
CONDEMN'D to Hope's delusive mine,
As on we toil from day to day,
By sudden blasts or slow decline
Our social comforts drop away.

Well tried through many a varying year,
See Levet to the grave descend,
Officious, innocent, sincere,
Of every friendless name the friend.
Yet still he fills affection's eye,
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Anita Sharma 20 October 2015
loved and liked great poem
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Anita Sharma 20 October 2015
lovely poem heartfelt liked and loved
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Grayson Phillips 20 October 2015
amazing poem it shows how he is feeling
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Edward Kofi Louis 20 October 2015
Death broke at once the vital chain! Nice work.
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B D 30 October 2008
the respect for the dead here in this poem, as well as the obvious care that was held in the heart of Johnson, is well addressed. Though Levet was not a real doctor, and was also an alcoholic with an abusive wife, he is seen through the eyes of a holy man as a saint of sorts.
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